Start with a smile
Start with a smile
The night is as cool as the water, the road stretches under the feet, the breeze smashes, the thoughts ripple in the wind, and a smile smiles unconsciously on the cheek.
When I was young, I was afraid that I would go home alone at night, and my mother always accompanied me. Gradually, I was tired of this kind of life, watching other students hold hands together, I was full of envy, and finally expressed dissatisfaction with my mother. "I don't want you to pick me up. I grew up and can go home by myself." I yelled at my mother. "Well, if you are afraid on the road, you will smile a few times, then it will smile at you." After that, my mother smiled faintly.
From then on, I went home alone, talking and laughing with my classmates, and talking. At the crossroads, everyone was scattered. I walked alone on the dark road. The shadow of the trees fell to the ground. The wind started, and the trees shook and swayed. It was not the sound of the leaves falling, listening. Listen, my hair is creepy, tears fall unconsciously, and my heart blames my mother: I won't let you come, you won't come, you love me or not. Immediately, I remembered my mother's words. "You smile at it. He smiles at you." I wiped my tears, gently stroked my heart, and told myself: If you laugh at it, it will smile at you. Unconsciously, I laughed, not just laughing at my own stupidity, or trying to "transaction" with the tree, in short, starting with a smile.
I smiled and walked home, saw the yellow peony that was revealed in the house, hit the tree by the window. I seemed to see the trees smile at me. I immediately returned to it with a smile. The smudged geese also made me feel the courage in my heart, striding forward and walking home.
When I walked into the house, the red apple still greeted me with a smile. I saw my mother sitting on the sofa and turning over the newspaper. I said in a cloudless way: "I don't want you to pick me up, do you really pick me up?" Mom said to me with a strong heart: "You are right, you grow up, some things must be done by yourself, the way of life, It’s your own walk, the reporter, you have to face with a smile, don’t give up, I can only teach you to walk and can’t accompany you to walk.”
The corners of the eyes are moist. Mom loves me, she uses her other kind of love to call me on the road of life. Happiness is overflowing in my heart.
The heart is like a cup, and the happiness inside overflows, splashing into a small flower, that is the flower of love. On the way to life, I will start with a smile, because that smile is the courage that my mother gave me. After I overcome the difficulties with my smile, I found that a successful flower bloomed in front!
The night is as cool as the water, the road stretches under the feet, the breeze smashes, the thoughts ripple in the wind, and a smile smiles unconsciously on the cheek.
When I was young, I was afraid that I would go home alone at night, and my mother always accompanied me. Gradually, I was tired of this kind of life, watching other students hold hands together, I was full of envy, and finally expressed dissatisfaction with my mother. "I don't want you to pick me up. I grew up and can go home by myself." I yelled at my mother. "Well, if you are afraid on the road, you will smile a few times, then it will smile at you." After that, my mother smiled faintly.
From then on, I went home alone, talking and laughing with my classmates, and talking. At the crossroads, everyone was scattered. I walked alone on the dark road. The shadow of the trees fell to the ground. The wind started, and the trees shook and swayed. It was not the sound of the leaves falling, listening. Listen, my hair is creepy, tears fall unconsciously, and my heart blames my mother: I won't let you come, you won't come, you love me or not. Immediately, I remembered my mother's words. "You smile at it. He smiles at you." I wiped my tears, gently stroked my heart, and told myself: If you laugh at it, it will smile at you. Unconsciously, I laughed, not just laughing at my own stupidity, or trying to "transaction" with the tree, in short, starting with a smile.
I smiled and walked home, saw the yellow peony that was revealed in the house, hit the tree by the window. I seemed to see the trees smile at me. I immediately returned to it with a smile. The smudged geese also made me feel the courage in my heart, striding forward and walking home.
When I walked into the house, the red apple still greeted me with a smile. I saw my mother sitting on the sofa and turning over the newspaper. I said in a cloudless way: "I don't want you to pick me up, do you really pick me up?" Mom said to me with a strong heart: "You are right, you grow up, some things must be done by yourself, the way of life, It’s your own walk, the reporter, you have to face with a smile, don’t give up, I can only teach you to walk and can’t accompany you to walk.”
The corners of the eyes are moist. Mom loves me, she uses her other kind of love to call me on the road of life. Happiness is overflowing in my heart.
The heart is like a cup, and the happiness inside overflows, splashing into a small flower, that is the flower of love. On the way to life, I will start with a smile, because that smile is the courage that my mother gave me. After I overcome the difficulties with my smile, I found that a successful flower bloomed in front!